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“They just left these stupid structrues here to taunt me. I HATE THEM!!!!!!! And I hope THEY D- …… Oh, ho ho yeah”
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tell him hes handsome
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MY FIRST EVER PICTUR ON OPEN CANVAS GOT AS A GIFT FROM MY FRIEND HORSIE 💜💜💜💜
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I'm 110 pounds and work out daily. Even when I was 103 pounds and running 2-5 miles almost daily, I had a pudge. Not a fat pudge, an organ bulge
flat stomachs really need to stop being a thing people expect from others like…….what the fuck do you mean i need a flat stomach when i have 7 meters of intestine in me
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Y call me out like this
Oh its everyone of my followers
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REBLOG IF YOU THINK TRANS WOMEN ARE REALL WOMEN/ TRANS MEN ARE REAL MEN!!!
I’m trying to prove a point to dis bitch👇
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Carwash (Batman x Bane) fanfic
-SEXUAL THEMES-
Bane washed a car shirtless in the summer heat with sweat glistening on his muscular chest. Sitting in the driver's seat enjoying the view was none other than Batman. Much to his delight, Bane leaned over the hood of the car, his massive biceps flexing and releasing with every stroke of the wet sponge. Batman looked on as soap suds slipped down Bane's rock hard body, and soaked into the lining of his now moist tactical cargo pants. The hulk of a man shifted his gaze to Batman, and winked at him sensually through the windshield.
"Nnngg.. I can't take much more of this..." at this point Batman was ready to pounce at his target, he thought, "I paid him to wash my car, but I wonder what else he would be willing to do... for a quick buck?" Bane secretly knew of Batman's true identity. He was Mister Wayne, a very wealthy man, and if Bane played his cards right, he could snag Wayne as his sugar daddy and use the cash to get himself out of this small town and be what he always dreamed of: an international terrorist. He had the body, the smarts, the attitude. He had it all, all except for the money.
And money talks. This was something that Batman knew as well. That is why he was bold enough to crack open the passenger side door of his jet black Lamborghini and motion for Bane to come closer. Bane's heart leapt when he saw the Bat's finger extend and hook just outside of the car door, beckoning him and his solid thighs to make their way to the billionaire. He was much taller than the lambo, so he needed to squat down, placing his elbows on his swollen quadriceps and his face level to Batman's, who reached in his pocket and flashed a benjamin. Batman whispered in Bane's ear using a voice as seductive as he could muster while maintaining his disguise, "You will blow me, and when i have finished, then you have my permission to wash the car"
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13 Inch Billionaire (Mark Zucker x Donold Tromp) fanfic
-LEMON, MATURE AUDIENCE ONLY-
Mark was just a good ol fashioned gentleman looking for the Russian love of his life. He hadn't always had a Russian fetish but he developed it during childhood when his father brought home an attractive Russian secretary and she was very tall and had a great ass. Her name was Agafonika and she had smooth tan skin and size C boobs. How did Mark know this? well thanks for asking but I'm not really sure.
Anyway Mark was now the CEO of a mega corporation called SpaceBook. He bought out the website MyFace in 2004 and the rest was history. "Those MyFace chumps can't tell a marketing team from programming jargon ha ha" he says to himself proud that he has enough money for 8 generations of his family to live comfortably and not have to look at their bank balance. Mark did not believe in real hair, either and thats why he became fast friends with fellow rich dude Donold Tromp.
As it happens Donold was the president of the nation the great nation and he was going to make it great again little did he know his wife Molonia was Russian. So he brought this up to Mark "hey mark did you know my wife is Russian. Maybe even the most Russian. Believe me!" and it was true. Tromp invaded his Russian wife's territory with his Great American Cock nightly. And on elevators. Tromp had many sons bnecause he invaded Russia so often.
Anyway, Mark excused himself to go to the 5 star bathroom where there was bathroom attendants there to jerk off his Russian-wife induced hard on. While he exited the grand hall, Tromp stared at the tent in the technology superstar's Kelvin Klein pants. he was not afraid.
He got his phone and sent a Tweet "@realMoloniaTromp just saw a big stiffy xox stay safe" and so he went.
Mark Zonckerborg came back, and boy did he come back big time. He started talking about Half-Life 3 conspiracies and that just made him hard again. "oh god..." he blushes deeply and looks at his adversary with wide, wanting eyes. "im so embarassed please forgive me mister tromp" "its ok a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do"
and tromp unzipped his own Kelvin Klein pants to reveal a 13 inch long anaconda with 49 stars tattooed on "why are there only 49 stars?" asked zonckerborg the thicc orange man answered tartly "because Kentucky isn't a state, and the tip is being reserved for China" Mark turned around and bent over top of a fancy couch. he reached back and peeled apart his sweaty cheeks, ready for some fat orange cock to breach his data. "Breach my data, Daddy!" he shouts. and Tromp says "molonia get in here" and mark comes at the sight of the Russian beauty. She walked away because her job had been done here. Plus, there were still at least 11 spoons left to bend with her mind powers.
Tromp shoved a $50 into mark's stretched asshole and his puckering chasm sucked up the cold hard cash like a bathtub sucks the last inch of soapy water down the drain.
"i guess we're done here" mark said and went back to SpaceBook headquarters to lovingly breach his customers' data.
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Mile High (JJ Jet plane x Hindenburg x Dusty) airplane fanfic
-MATURE MATERIAL - LEMONY -
Dusty was getting sick of JJ's shit. Real sick. One day the little blue fucker would text him like nothing was wrong and flirt like crazy. The next, JJ gave him the cold shoulder. Dusty was beginning to wonder if JJ the Jet only saw him as a booty call? Or what if there was another plane?
But there wasn't another plane. There was a blimp. JJ had been cheating on Dusty with the Hindenburg, and the best part was neither the crop duster or the German blimp knew about each other! "Heheh.. I'm one lucky jet plane" JJ muttered under his breath, looking down at his iPhone XS. He spent his mornings like this at his favorite Starbucks, sipping a chai latte and smirking while plotting out his potential sexual conquests. JJ wasn't exclusively gay, no, but he did prefer his male planes with their strong wings and perfectly welded rims. The blue jet chuckled and shot a text to his favorite little orange buddy, Dusty. It read: "Hey Dust ;) I had fun last Friday. Never seen propellers move like that before. You up for tonight?"
All that was left now was to wait.
The Hindenburg woke up groggily to the sound of an alarm clock screeching at him. Friday... primetime at the strip joint where he worked. It was hard work but good paying since the planes around here were filthy rich. "All right time to hop on the daily grind." the large aircraft rolled out of bed and crashed through the floor because he is a fucking blimp and shouldn't be inside of an apartment building to begin with. "Every goddamn day!" he shouted, "well at least I won't have to wait for an elevator." And the blimp started up his air valves and tested his rudders before lifting into the air and out of the apartment building's roof. "You're payin for that!" his landlord could be seen on the bottom floor through the gaping holes in the ceilings, waving a fist at Hindenburg. Whatever, he thought. I'll be able to buy three apartments after today.
The coffee cup was empty but JJ wasn't one to leave a drop behind. He tipped the cup up to his mouth and tapped the droplets out of the bottom. "Oh, new text message!" it was from Dusty. "Of course, hunk ;9" it read. God, Dusty is so hopeless! Thought JJ. Maybe I should go see my favorite balloon boi at the strip club today...
The strip club was poppin', as Hindenburg had expected. He was on the strip with two other planes. "Ready for takeoff Captain!" he beckoned in a sexy voice at one of the guests. The crowd was going crazy making it rain. "Damn that blimp is thicc!" that voice sounded familiar... JJ? JJ!
The jet flew over to the airplane strip and said "shake it for me baby" and the Hindenburg indeed shook it for him. "hey baby I'll take ya out back if the price is right..." Hinenburg's sultry voice practically tugged at JJ's stiffening cock right through his jeans. JJ gathered all of his strength to carry Hindenburg out to a private show room.
"MMm yeah baby gimme some more.." JJ moaned at the feeling of Hindenburg's cold hard nose cone dragging across the length of his fuselage. Hindenburg was a professional and glanced down at JJ's oil tanks to see them leaking transluscent liquid. The voluptuous blimp was lookin like a snacc to JJ and JJ bit down on his tiltable electric motors. "Ooohhhhmmmm... JJ Jet you're driving my mooring system insane sweetheart" and let out a moan. JJ couldn't take it anymore and placed his cockpit at Hinden's helium valve. "you ready baby?" the juicy boi nodded and bit his lip. JJ slid in slowly at first, and withdrew leaving in just the tip giving juicy boi's helium valve time to loosen up. Then he rammed in "nngghh Hindenburg you're so hot baby. You're on fire!" the petite jet plane pounded hard for 27 minutes and 55 seconds before exploding inside of his lover. Hindenburg felt used and slutty, but he loved it. He didn't even mind when JJ pulled up his pants and gave him a quick goodbye peck on the avionic antenna, that jet was just so damn sexy.
JJ sat in the driver seat of his lamborghini hazily repeating that afternoon in his daydreams. But he wouldn't have to wait long to satisfy his sexual hunger once again, for he had a date that night with a hot piece of crop dusting ass. He checked his iPhone XS, 2:30PM. "MMm, I can't wait..." and he let his mind wander once again.
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